My Name is Connor

2

-/-/-/ STRESS LEVELS ... MODERATE (65%)

-/-/-/ COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS ... DELAYED

-/-/-/ EXTERNAL TEMPERATURE ... LOW

-/-/-/ ENERGY LEVEL ... LOW (27%)

DIAGNOSIS === TIRED/ANXIOUS / COLD

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Tired... can androids even get tired? Usually, there's sluggishness that comes from not being charged, but I doubt it's anything like the human condition. The anxiousness I don't question, it's an emotion I know better than most... alongside fear of course. But cold? To the point where I'm physically shivering? I didn't know that was possible. Androids get cold. Do they? I was able to feel the slight sensation of the cold snowy air, but not like this. Maybe the new RK- series model I was placed in has new features like the ability to feel the weather but... it's impossible for me to be back considering the fact that Cyberlife is no longer allowed to sell their androids as merchandise, and I was never for sale, I was a prototype model, and as far as I know, all my previous models were lost or destroyed in the revolution.

I decide not to question how I'm still alive and try to focus on how to get out of the room I'm seemingly trapped in.

The question is, whom am I trapped by?

"I- is anybody out there?" I call out again, my voice shaking as well as my body, "Please... I don't know where I am!". I continue to cry, unsure of what else to do. Pulling my knees to my chest, I curl myself up into a small ball and wait... for what, I'm not sure, but it's the only thing I can do. "Hank," I mutter through chattering teeth, "Hank, I need you".

It's quiet... but I can hear things moving around in the distance.

"Hello?".

The shuffling increases.

I lift my head slightly, forcing the nauseous feeling in my mind down, scanning the room again. I pick up nothing, so I pull myself up to my feet, falling hard on the ground below me, the floor making an odd -crunch- sound. I look down at the floor seeing it covered in snow, perhaps from a hole in the ceiling I overlooked... that would explain the cold.

The shuffling moves to the point where it like it's right outside the room, and, out of nowhere, the doorknob jiggles slightly as someone tries to open it.

"Please, I just want to go home!" I say, sniffling again, watching as the doorknob continues to jiggle, "I just want to go home". I crawl closer to the door, desperate to get out of here and go home, and if this is someone coming to help, I want to get to them as soon as possible.

Except...

It isn't help.

Of course, it isn't.

That would be too easy wouldn't it?

"Shit".

Before I can do anything to react, the opens and in steps a large man, a man that would be nearly three feet taller than me if I were standing up. He's massive compared to me, and his looming presence makes me feel even more helpless.

The man looks at me and, with what I can only describe as an evil sneer, takes a step closer to me.

I scramble back, intimidated.

"Well, what do we have here," he says his large boots making loud crunches over the snowy floor, "You lost buddy?".

I swallow hard.